Gemotions

The advertisement for the house appeared like a phantom. A phantom from her past, a ghost from her youth. She stared, transfixed, at the screen, the image of the familiar brick exterior drawing her in. Her breath hitched.

She slowly began to scroll. The kitchen, where she and her brother had battled over the last cookie. The garden, where she had learned to love the earth. She had felt a deep fondness for that house and the way that it had shaped her.

A smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she recalled all the love that had been shared within those walls. It was a wellspring of positive feeling and she wanted to share it. She called her niece and offered to take her to the house to show her where she had grown up, and the girl was ecstatic.